Eros prays we build our house upon him.nSees how well it stands, how long we lastnBuilt upon the sand, on the idol Eros.nnSo when he’s gone can I do what Eros does?nWhat he does for us, he does for us.nAnd when he’s gone can it be the way it was?nBring him back to us. Is he all we’ve gotnOur house built upon? On the idol Eros?nnWhen our haven wavers in the windnAnd walls all beg to be abandoned,nBlame the idol Eros.nWhen the raven calls and all his melodiesnAll long to be forgotten,nBlame the idol Eros.nnWhat’s left to say but I loved the way it was?n‘Cause I said I would, I’ve done all I could.nSee what he’s done to us?nOh the idol Eros.nnWhen our haven wavers in the windnAnd walls all beg to be abandoned,nWhen the raven calls and all his melodiesnAll long to be forgotten,nnBlame the idol Eros.